Tag Archives: poetry

Writer Waiting – a poem by Shel Silverstein

I’ve been reading Shel Silverstein’s work; one of his books of poetry is Runny Babbit: a Billy Sook that I read in December – as you can see on my “Books I read in 2017” page. On my “Books I read in 2018” page I listed others of his I’ve read this month – A Light in the Attic, Falling Up, and now I’m reading Where the Sidewalk Ends. I don’t know how I missed reading him before this. I even discovered that The Unicorn – a song sung by The Irish Rovers – is a poem by Shel Silverstein! There are a few other familiar verses that turn out to have been written by him, as well.

Today I want to share one of his poems that I especially like, from page 58 of Falling Up – –

Writer Waiting

Oh this shiny new computer –
There just ain’t nothin’ cuter.
It knows everything the world ever knew.
And with this great computer
I don’t need no writin’ tutor,
‘Cause there ain’t a single thing that it can’t do.
It can sort and it can spell,
It can punctuate as well.
It can find and fill and underline and type.
It can edit and select,
It can copy and correct,
So I’ll have a whole book written by tonight
(Just as soon as it can think of what to write.)

Isn’t that a good one, especially if you are trying to think of something to write? 🙂

Do you have a favourite Shel Silverstein poem? Or someone else’s poem that speaks to you?

Thanks for reading, and … Creative Musings!  🙂

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Feeling blue, & Emily Dickinson’s poem “I started early”

I lost last week.

Do you ever experience those segments of time when the hours seem to simply float on to nowhere leaving you behind, alone?

Do you ever feel that you cannot even get motivated enough to be progressive, or to even care whether you are or not?

Last week got away from me. I hate when that happens. Blue isn’t just a beautiful colour.

BLUE

The up side is Spring is taking hold here now. The birds are singing and building nests, some already feeding their young. Buds are beginning to swell, although at my home on a higher landscape the snow is not completely gone. This week is expected to be rainy some days, so that will take the last of the snow away. Good, I say!

Now to the main topic of my post … Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)

She was a melancholy person and became very reclusive. Are you familiar with any of Emily Dickinson’s poetry? I didn’t know much about her or her writing, but awhile ago I came across one of her poems and I liked it so much I thought perhaps you would enjoy it on You Tube. Please take your time and watch it/listen to it several times to take it all in. Check it out: Emily Dickinson’s I started early    

Y0u can read about her life here. It’s a very interesting article.

I used to write a lot of poetry, but haven’t written much the last many years except in an online challenge. For me, poetry seems to tap into a part of my being that nothing else can reach, and releases from my inner thought processes what nothing else seems able to do.

blue sparkles

How do you feel about poetry? Do you enjoy it? 

Which do you prefer – reading it or writing it? or do you enjoy equally reading and writing poetry?

Thanks for reading, and … Creative Musings!  🙂

Month of Poetry (MoP)

Do you like poetry?   I often prefer to write it more than read it, which seems strange, I’m sure.  But then I find poetry sometimes that is a great read and all is well.  🙂

During PiBoIdMo in November, I learned of MoP Month of Poetry.  I said then that I would consider attempting the challenge which was scheduled for January.  When this month arrived, if you have been keeping up with my posts, you know – I was involved with family things and being so busy that I forgot about #MoP until a few days in.  Since it was still okay to sign up I joined seven days into it.  Then for day two, here is my offering:

A poem a day
What was I thinking!
Rhyme, rhythm, cadence
My eyes are blinking.

My verse is too tight
There’s much I don’t know
For thirty-one days
My words have to flow
Poetically

Well … so I’m not a great poet, but that’s not the point, anyway.  (fortunately for me)  The inadequacies were creeping in, but once I got  over myself they disappeared.  The main thing is to have fun trying, writing and reading poetry, and we are learning some new styles and forms as we go along.  Plus Kat (the originator and host of this challenge) has a few guest bloggers to encourage and educate us.  It’s all good and I am enjoying it, and the fact that this challenge is set in Australia.

So, if you are interested in accepting the challenge to write a poem a day this month follow this link before opportunity to sign up ends.  http://monthofpoetry.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/whos-in-month-of-poetry-2011/

Thanks for reading, and … Creative Musings!  🙂

Inspiration is where you find it

Where do you find inspiration to write?

Today Donna asked a similar question in her blog (link in my blogroll at right) and my reply came in poetic form.   I had fun writing the poem so now I am posting it here so maybe you can get a chuckle out of it, too.   I hope you enjoy it. 🙂   And, btw, where DO you find inspiration to write?

Inspiration Is Where You Find It

My deadline’s coming up too fast
I cannot think, my muse flew past
and I am left bereft and dry –
so much I cannot even cry!

What shall I do, where can I look?
I’ll scrub a floor, or should I cook?
How can I find what isn’t there? …
I know! I’ll sort my underwear!

But that will lead to “need to shop”
Dainties I’ll buy until I drop.
What then? will I inspired now be? …
Or maybe I should just have tea.

But look, it’s such a lovely day
to go a-walking while I pray
that out there I will find my clue
for what to write, then start anew.

How sweet the breeze that calms my mind,
as Nature’s beauty brings a kind
of peace to me that takes away
the stress of having naught to say.

I listen now and breathe it in
I listen more … such peace within.
Fresh new ideas start to stir
Great words and thoughts all in a blur.

So fast they come, so fast I write
I really must be quite a sight
As I now quickly write words down
Out on the street in my nightgown.

What can I say? The need arose
to find my muse where’er she goes
Today she took a Nature walk
And I’m again a laughingstock.

Pacing, mumbling, brow in furrows
Thoughts now scrambling from deep burrows.
Neighbours knowing, gathering ’round
“I am writing, don’t make a sound!

Don’t interrupt, I’m on a roll!
This will be good, it’s from my soul!
Then who stands here you soon will see
is more than I appear to be.

Inspiration is elusive,
doesn’t mean I am reclusive.”
(At least I am not standing here
In my, still-tagged, new underwear!)

Good thing that I just stayed at home …
Now, .. what was that word ..??
mumble … mumble …
scribble … scribble …

Thanks for reading, and … Creative Musings!  🙂